Alle Kapitel von Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Third person’s POV, The helicopter disappeared into the darkness. The ocean raged beneath the cliffs, smashing itself against jagged rocks. And all around, chaos still happened. But Lucien stood frozen atop the container, Asher held tightly against his chest, staring far beyond.The sea.The darkness.The place where Elara had vanished.His mind refused to process it. He refused to believe what he saw. His eyes twitch rapidly. What just happened…?The thought never finished.A small cry broke through the silence.“Mama?”Lucien looked down to see his son’s tiny hand clutched against his chest, and his eyes were wet, confused, and searching.“Mama?” He called again, looking around. The child twisted in his arms, looking toward the ocean.The realization finally hit both of them. Elara was gone…she fell from that helicopter, straight into the sea. Lucien’s chest caved in as he shook his head. No, no, no…not her too. The scream that tore from Lucien's throat echoed across the entire

Third Person’s POV, Her body was curled against the rocks, her hand still bloody, her clothes torn, and her skin frighteningly pale.For one second, Lucien simply stared. Then he dropped to his knees, gathered her into his arms, held her, and rocked her gently, rubbing her cold forearms. “Darling…” Nothing. He pulled her closer, and his forehead pressed against hers. “Elara.”Her body remained limp and cold. Too cold for someone meant to be alive. Then, he took her hand.The same hand he'd kissed countless times. The same wrist he'd claimed as his favorite place to kiss. And pressed his lips against it.His shoulders trembled, maybe from the cold, and the sea spray made it impossible to tell if he was crying.Perhaps he was.Nobody mentioned it.Back on the boat, Seraphina watched, and her heart broke a million times as she did. They say love is strongest when you hold on. I think that's bullshit. Holding on is easy because you convince yourself you're being loyal, faithful, and pa

Elara’s POV, I wake up alone. Which is surprising because I actually expected to wake up before the boys. Perhaps I was too exhausted…I rise slowly with a frown. Or, Mireya snuck in and finally sedated me. I stare at nothing for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts and let my brain catch up to the fact that, for some reason, life is still going on, then the pain comes. My hand hurts. My shoulder hurts. My head hurts.My entire body feels like it got into a fight and lost, which is technically true.“Happy birthday to me,” I mutter, trying to get down from the bed. Bad idea because the room tilts. Nope, nope… “Definitely happy birthday to me.”After a minute or ten, I gather enough courage to stand. The stabbing pain in my hand makes me hiss, and I rub my temples trying not to remember what happened yesternight. It seems like a lifetime ago. I immediately shove all of it away and paste a forced smile on my face. I’m alive, and that’s enough. No need to dwell on the past. I reach

Elara’s POV, I know I should probably still be in bed. To my utter dismay, Lucien had reported my pain to Mireya, and she practically threatened to kill me if I moved too much. I told her I couldn’t even if I tried, but she didn’t listen, also threatening to strap me in. My body was still protesting every step I took. My hand still ached. My head still throbbed. But staying in bed was boring. So fucking boring. So I slowly make my way downstairs, and the first voice I hear is Adrian. I can’t make out what he’s saying because my damn ears hurt too. Then I hear other voices. A lot of them.I quietly walk up to the door of the kitchen and freeze. Kallian is standing close to the oven with his phone raised, recording a live session. In front of him are Lucien and Asher.Both are wearing aprons. Asher looks so cute with his oversized ones, and he looks excited, holding a spoon to pose for Kallian’s camera. While Lucien…well, I have no clean thoughts about Daddy. Kallian points the came

Elara’s POV, “Plan?” I look at him. “I thought you were taking me to one.”“Yeah, well…” he runs his hand over his nape. “I figured it would be better to throw one instead.”“Why?”“So you wouldn’t have to stress yourself in a crowded club. You know? It’s your birthday, so it’s my gift to you.”I narrow my eyes at his grin.“Or this is your chance to throw a party in Lucien’s estate, so you wanted to do it.”“Can’t it be both?”I keep my eyes narrowed, then shrug.“Works for me. As long as I’m not doing shit.”“Oh, neither am I. My second gift to you, by the way.”I sigh and raise the blonde wig in my hand.“What’s with the wig?”“Oh,” He snaps his fingers. “I invited people over.”“People?”“And since you’re very attached to your identity thing…”“My identity thing?”“Yes, the whole ‘the Kórvac wife should remain anonymous’ thing.”“That’s not my fault!”“Tch,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Anyways, I figured this would be the best way for you to enjoy yourself.” He pointed at the w